Tomorrow morning is the perfect morning to go for a run. It’s supposed to be a cool 64 degrees (I’m ignoring, for the moment, the 96% humidity forecast). My husband will be home to watch after our little men, leaving me to run free and out of doors. We have a day of house projects planned (as much as anyone can really do said projects with two very involved little helpers) and a run would be the perfect way to kick off the day. A little runner’s high goes a long way when you’re painting, trimming hedges, and digging up the summer garden.
But I’ve been out for what feels like weeks. Even though I’m finally feeling better, I have a cough that just won’t quit. My foot is still tender. I feel slow and heavy. and I’m just so inclined to stay in bed, enjoy an extra cup of coffee and a few extra snuggles before starting the day. Maybe I’ll start back on Monday and make a real go of it…maybe I’ll just wait till my foot is absolutely 100%….maybe, maybe, maybe.
To run or not to run…that is the question.